Don't Turn Around Chords by Project Pat
- Key: Abm
- BPM: 75
- Capo: no capo
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DON'T TURN AROUND CHORDS
[Intro] [Verse] Abm ■ I only fuck wit those who only fuck wit me Abm A sucka' play for games a man play for keeps Abm I keeps me a nine millimeter just in case Abm A coward's in my face Abm These bullets he gon taste Abm A waste of your life steppin' wrong I'm on trees Abm Best ta leave me alone best ta go make some cheese Abm Enemies come in all shapes forms sizes colors Abm Could be your best friend cousin or brothers [Chorus] Abm I'll rob'em all just to see who got the fatty stack Abm Walked in the bank put the loot in the codauh sack Abm Slapped on the guard four times fo' he passed out Abm Eyes on that blow and my pockets was assed out [Verse] Abm Had on a trench coat wig and some goggles Abm If'n you resist you may not see tomorrow Abm I'm in there I den dared the police couldn't get me Abm But I made a slip up: had a trick wit me Abm Chorus Xtwo: Abm Don't turn around Abm Don't make a sound Abm Lay it on the ground Abm Fore' I buck you down Abm Nigga starting braggin' in his hood bout the robbery Abm Wasn't long then fore' somebody dropped the dime on me Abm I'm'a be the one they can't get to they picked the boy up Abm Run his mouth just like a fool he gon' get me fucked up Abm But I'm'a have to get to him before the police doa Abm Caught up with him night and day not him and his crewa Abm Sprang down Chelsie Ave kinda in the evening Abm For this muhfuckas death dawg I was fiend'n [Chorus] Abm He was looking at me strange like I'm'a catcha Abm I done hopped out with the thang lemme holla at'cha Abm Foo where you been dog Abm Fuck that got to do wit'chu [Verse] Abm I heard you been talking your muhfuckin' lips loose Abm Looking in his eyes I could see that he was so scared Abm I squeezed on the trigga with the gun to his fo'head Abm Blew the top out his skull now they want me dead Abm All the niggas in his hood police and the feds Abm Stepped out of Westwood way out of the side Abm On the other side of town somewhere I can hide Abm I done threw my life away hunted by them by pigs Abm Robbing every other day drops in off my nig Abm They done found my whereabouts bouts' to do me in Abm Kickin' in the front door and I was in the den [Chorus] Abm Sk was under the couch snatch it off the wham Abm Open fire on them hoes I didn't give a damn Abm Blood stream was full of dope pump off coca leaf Abm Feds had me under a scope and an infrared beam Abm Rifle bullet threw my throat chokin' hit tha flo' Abm Gunpowder in my mouth knockin' heavens door Abm Street life done took me out and that shit ain't fake Abm I done fuck myself off cause a bad mistake [End]